Page 53 of The Moment We Know

“And I’d like you to give me one.” He tipped his head toward the oil. “But that’s used for cooking.”

“It’s used for a lot of things, actually. Including massages. You can google it, if you want.”

He wiggled his cuffed hands. “I can’t, actually.”

Her lips quirked. “Oh, right. Hang on.”

She left the room to retrieve her phone from her purse, ignoring David as he called out after her. When she returned, she held up the phone to show what she’d been doing, then pulled up an article on the numerous uses for coconut oil. “‘Coconut oil is the perfect oil for massage because it moisturizes the skin while allowing enough glide to work out muscle tension’,” she read aloud with dramatic flair. “See?”

Dropping her phone on the bed, she gave him a look that said she was done with his nonsense. “And now that we’ve gotten that out of the way, we can get started—” she broke off as something occurred to her and held up a finger. “Hang on again,” she told him, turning to depart the room once more.

“Jesus, now what is she doing?” David muttered to himself, his hard-on starting to deflate.

When she returned a few minutes later, after what sounded like another ransacking, she was empty-handed and looked aggrieved. “You don’t have any candles.”

He tilted his head. “I know.”

“Who the hell doesn’t have any candles?”

“Me, for one—well, most men, probably. I mean, the only candles I’ve ever bought were for your bath a few weeks ago and they’re probably still in your bathroom.”

With a tiny frown, Paige went over to the bed and picked up her phone, then began messing with it.

“If you’re ordering some candles on Amazon,” he told her, “they probably won’t get here until Tuesday.”

She gave him an indignant glance. “I’m trying to find some music.”

He watched as she went back to fucking around with her phone, frowning in concentration. This massage was taking a while to get off the ground and he was on the verge of telling her all he needed was her two hands on him, pronto, when she quit what she was doing.

“Screw it,” she murmured and started to put the phone down, only to stop at the last second and mute it first, because the last thing she needed was any interruption from Jules during the next few hours, either in the form of a text or a call. Paige then tossed it onto the bed, not even caring when it slipped off and fell onto the floor, because she had a naked man in front of her who needed her more. “I’m sorry, but you’re going to have to imagine there are candles burning and soothing, sexy spa music is playing.”

“Why?”

“Because those are supposed to be part of the massage.”

She was obviously disappointed at the lack of candles and music and must’ve thought he would be, too, but he wasn’t. Although … the sexy spa music sounded rather intriguing. “I can do that.” Then, because he just couldn’t resist, he added with exaggerated hesitation, “I’m not going to have to imagine the massage, too, am I?”

Paige tried to look annoyed at being made fun of, but failed utterly. “No.”

“Glad to hear it.” He rattled his chains. “By the way, I’m probably going to need some help turning over.”

“No, you won’t. It’s not that kind of a massage.”

That gave him pause and he blinked at her. “Oh? Then what kind is it?”

“A lingam massage.”

She stepped out of her low-heeled, black sandals. Paige hadn’t known what they might be doing this evening, so she’d gone for a casual, ready-for-anything kind of look and was rocking a khaki, cargo-style jumpsuit, with short sleeves and narrow pant legs rolled up above her ankles. It also sported hammered brass buttons down the front and cinched at the waist with a wide, tie belt.

“Never heard of it.”

“‘Lingam’ is the Sanskrit word for ‘penis’,” she explained, untying her belt before starting to work on the top buttons of the jumpsuit while he watched. “It loosely translates to ‘wand of light’.”

David let that sink in for a minute, his initial amusement at her explanation giving way to an eager anticipation at what was apparently on her agenda. “So, you’re going to massage my ‘wand of light’? Isn’t that basically just a hand job?” he asked, as his hard-on quickly came back to life.

“No, it’s more than that. A lingam massage is meant to be an erotic and sensual experience. The idea is that the receiver totally surrenders themselves to pleasure—pleasure that’s built up slowly, so that an intense orgasm is achieved.”

A flash of crimson lassoed his attention as the top of her jumpsuit fell open. “You seem to know a lot about it,” he said, after a brief pause.

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